My brain is tainted with poison,
A poison that matches no other.
Not a poison injected by an animal,
Or a poison inhaled by fumes,
Not even a poison that burns the skin once touched,
But a poison that can lead to doom.
For this poison is not lethal,
Nor a substance that can be abused.
But it slowly taints my conscience,
Leaving me constantly confused.
As if I had no brain at all, this poison takes over my mind,
This poison makes the wrong decisions each and every time.
This poison gives me a drive, a strong drive to rebel,
A drive to only follow my ideas, and the others it repels.
What a burden I have, a burden I cannot explain, a burden that slowly kills me, but never gives me pain.
A burden some may see as a gift although its not for me, a burden some may see as a curse from which I can never be truly free.
This burden is what I call stubbornness,
It prevents me from staying humble,
It makes me seem as though I’m immature
It often makes me stumble.
But I have tried to free myself, but it chooses not to leave,
I’ve lost good friends because of this and I often weep and grieve.
But finally I’ve overcome this poison in my brain,
And I now try to humble myself, from what once drove me insane.
First it comes on quiet, creeping slow
Clever words and phrases only stain
I remain so lost and buried under everything that I need
When all I want is you
I've been here so very long
And every word is calculated
Never questioned or debated
All these practiced poses
I could wreck it if i had to
But I'm the wreck so what would that do?
My masterpiece will fall apart
It was over before the start oh yeah, this.